And we know that she’s half crazyThat her strings are pulled in BarnetAnd the lies are fed from FinchleyOh but she’s too blind to see itYet Suzanne does her dutyCarries out her ordersJust keeps on spreading nonsenseIn the hope somebody answersWith angry words and menace

And again she runs for coverBegging Mr Plod to nick meBut he only shakes his helmetAs she stands therePlaying victim with her lies…